Nonancourt.
—
Well, well, are you running lodgings for trades
unions? Well, let's be going. We can't wait. Bobin, lend an
arm to your cousin! Come along, Son-in-law, to the Registry.
(Shaking his foot.) Ouch !
Fadinard (Aside).
—
And those people in there! (Aloud.)
I'm coming! Let me get my hat and gloves.
(Nonancoutt, Bobin and Helene go out at back.)
Fadinard (Running quickly to the closet where Anais is hidden).
—
Come out, Madame. You can't remain here. (Running to
that in which Emile is concealed.) Come, Sir, be on your way!
(Virginie comes in laughing, second door left; she carries the
fragment taken out by Felix; and fails to notice the others; mean
while, Fadinard goes up stage, and listens, as Nonancourt goes
away. He does not see Virginie.)
Virginie (To herself).
—
Ha! Ha! Ha! That's funny!
Emile (Aside). Virginie!!!
Anais (Half opening the door).
—
My maid! Oh, I'm com
promised! (She listens, also £mile, in anxiety.)
Virginie (To herself).
—
A lady has her hat eaten, in the Bois,
with a soldier!
Fadinard (Turning about, and catching sight of her; aside).
—
Where'd she come from? (Comes down stage, a little to the left.)
Virginie (To herself).
—
It looks like Madame's! Now,
wouldn't it be a joke —
Emile (To Fadinard in low tone).
—
Send this woman away,
or I'll kill you!
Virginie.
—
I'd like to know —
Fadinard (Giving a jump).
—
Heavens! (Snatches hat from
her hand.) Get out!
Virginie (Surprised and startled at seeing Fadinard).
—
Sir!
Sir!
Fadinard (Pushing her toward the door at the back).
—
Get
out, or I'll kill you !
Virginie (Screaming).
—
Oh! (Disappears at back.)
Fadinard (Coming back).
—
Who is this woman? What's
the meaning of all this ? (Sustaining Anais, who enters staggering.)
Come; come! Brace up! She's ill! (Seats her at the right.)
Emile (Going to her) . —Anais !
Fadinard.
—
Madame, hurry up! .
.
.
I'm in a hurry!
(Voice of Nonancourt; from below.
—
Son-in-law! Son-in-
law!
Fadinard.
—
Just a moment! Just a moment!
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